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Date Posted: 15:35:36 01/20/13 Sun
Author: Cammy
Subject: The Consequences of Suppositions, Chapter 19

The Consequences of Suppositions, Chapter 19
By: Cammy
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rated: R (for language and sexual situations)

Author’s Notes: See Chapter 1.

0805 EDT (Local)
Thursday morning
December 25, 2003
Harm's apartment
North of Union Station, Washington D.C.

“If you take me back, back to your place, I'll try not to bother you I promise. 'Cause it's cold in here, and I wish it was hot. The sink's broke, it's leaking from the faucet. And I’m fractured from the fall, and I wanna go home. But it takes two when it used to take one.” – Ryan Adams, Two

Harm grabbed a pair of clean boxers and t-shirt from his dresser and stared at the woman occupying his bed, lying perfectly still, graced in the early light of morning. She was gorgeous and his years’ long yearning for her returned deep inside him.

Harm was surprised she wasn’t up yet. Mac was the one who usually couldn’t sleep – not him.

He thought about waking her up again.

One night with her though had sent his mind into overdrive and he couldn’t find a way to slow it down enough to let rest come.

The fact she had woken up in the middle of the night had been the best thing to ever happen to him.

Ever.

Women had always wanted that type of intimacy with him. He could never quite give it to them. It was beyond his desire or control. But, last night with Mac…

When she straddled and kissed him, something inside of him broke. Harm slowed things down and the two of them spent a blissful long time making love for the second time. It touched his heart and soul in a way no other woman had ever come close to doing.

Maybe he had finally let go. He wasn’t even sure what he had been holding onto anymore – all he saw was her.

Pulling a t-shirt over his head, Harm headed to the kitchen to put on the coffee he had promised her last night.

The trail of clothes lining the path from his bedroom to entry way was a blaring reminder of last night. For two buttoned up military officers obsessed with order and decorum, they had shed a lot more than clothes last night.

It had been incredible, but part of him regretted dragging Mac to bed before being honest with her. He needed to come clean with Mac about the depth of his feelings for her. It wasn’t fair to either of them otherwise.

He knew she had sensed the tension coming from him last night before they made love for the second time. He had a feeling she was going to ask him about it so he had pulled her close instead of waiting for the questions to come. Harm knew Mac would always question the veracity of a midnight confession.

Harm picked up her black dress, fingering the soft, silky material before laying it over one of his dining room chairs. He picked up and folded her matching black bra and underwear as well and set them on one of the seats. For nearly a decade he had been imagining what she wore under that olive green uniform – now he knew. He was glad he hadn’t always known – it would have killed him.

He laid his uniform jacket and tie over a chair as well before picking up her coat in front of the front door. Next to his bed, this door was now his second favorite place in the apartment. Mostly because Harm vividly remembered pressing her up against it last night.

It was then his phone pierced through the silence of his apartment. He rushed to grab it, not wanting to wake up Mac. He smiled when he saw the caller ID.

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” he answered.

“Merry Christmas, Harmon,” she drawled out his first name in a way that she knew annoyed him, or it used to at least. The older he got the less it annoyed him, the more he found it endearing – a special tie between the two of them.

“Mom, it’s barely 5:00 am out there, why are you up?”

Her rich laughter filled the phone line. “We have a full house here at the Burnett residence. I’m enjoying a good cup of coffee and some peace and quiet before everything goes to…well, you know.”

He laughed in return. “Things not going well at the big Burnett Family Christmas celebration?”

“It’s been wonderful. Just a lot of people to entertain. We miss you, you know?”

Harm felt a pang of guilt. “Mom, I’m sorry again I didn’t make it out there.”

“Stop it. You know I’m not mad.”

“I know, but I told you and Frank I would be out there and I’m sorry I let you down.”

“Don’t be, but do tell me again why you aren’t here,” she implored.

He shook his head. “Mom, things have been busy at JAG. I then got called out to fly CAP out of Andrews for a couple days. They were short pilots. Just got off duty late last night.”

She sighed and he knew exactly where her thoughts lie. “I hate the idea of you flying on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s okay. We were fine. Nothing out of the ordinary,” he stretched the truth, omitting the close call he and his wingman had in the air.

“You know, kiddo, I will say you sound better than you have in months.”

“What does that mean?”

“You sound happy right now. You weren’t happy a few days ago when you told me you weren’t coming to La Jolla. You haven’t been yourself for months. What changed?”

“Just enjoying a quiet Christmas morning, Mom.” He tried to sound casual. How was his Mother so damn perceptive?

“Uh uh. Fess up. What changed?”

“Mom,” he tried to stop her again.

She laughed. “You haven’t sounded this guilty since I caught you in my living room with Theresa Rivera when you were in 10th grade. You’re not alone, are you?”

Harm shook his head, defeated. He came clean. “I’m not.”

“I feel bad. I wouldn’t have called this early if I’d known you had company.”

“I, um…”

“You don’t have to sound like a teenager. You’re 40 year old consenting adult. Don’t keep me in suspense, Harmon. Who is she?”

“Mother…” he warned again. Harm cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. “Enough about me. What’s on the Burnett agenda today?”

Trish went on to regale him with their plans with Frank’s family for the next couple days. After that, his mother and stepfather were headed for a relaxing week in Paris. After a few more minutes of small talk they bid goodbye, promising to talk later that day or the next to catch up again.

“Oh, and Harm, tell Mac I said hi. When she wakes up that is.”

Harm groaned as he hung up the phone. Was he really that transparent?

Harm went back to tidying up his foyer. A few papers had fallen out of Mac’s coat pocket as well when he picked it up. After hanging up the coat next to his own, he placed the square of folded papers on his dining room table.

He probably shouldn’t look, but something told him it was her itinerary for San Diego and he wanted to know when she was leaving Washington, which meant leaving him again.

The idea of it made him miserable. Harm unfolded the square of papers.

He was confused at first – it looked like a legal document, not the printed boarding ticket he expected.

A second glance confirmed that was exactly what it was. In fact, it looked to be part of a copy of the court transcript from his testimony in his own Article 32 hearing, recent fallout from the original Rasul court-martial. It was the exact thing he had been running away from for months.

He placed the unfolded papers on his dining room table and headed back into the kitchen.

Harm wondered how in the hell she got a hold of it and felt anger swell slowly inside him.

The anger was mitigated by lingering guilt when he recalled his request of Sturgis to change the intel specs so no one else could read his testimony.

He was still surprised and a little sad Mac had found it anyway. He’d wanted to tell her how he felt, not have her read it in some damn court document.

How long had Mac been carrying this around with her? Had she known since his Article 32? That was months ago. How could she have known this last night and not said anything?

Remembering the events of the evening, it was harder to blame her. He hadn’t really given her a chance to say anything. They’d barely made it inside his apartment before tearing each other’s clothes off.

That was his fault, one he would never regret.

The sound of footsteps on his hardwood floors broke his concentration. At that moment, his attention was drawn to the woman walking down from his bedroom. Mac was clothed in only his dress white oxford shirt, the one he discarded on the floor of his bedroom last night. Her hair was slightly curled and messy from a night in his bed.

Despite being torn about his feelings at the moment, it was beyond the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“Hey,” she smiled slightly. Everything about her exuded remnants from last night – the long bare legs sticking out of his half-buttoned uniform shirt, her shy expression.

“Hey yourself, Mac.” He repeated her own words, the ones she uttered to him before they made love for a second time in the middle of the night.

To his own ears, Harm sounded colder than he had meant. He walked around to the kitchen, finally making the pot of coffee he intended earlier.

He heard her walk up behind him. She wrapped her arms around Harm’s waist as he tried to pour water into his coffee maker. The warm body pressed against him was one he was now intimately familiar with. She kissed his back.

Harm turned in her arms and pulled away from her. “Can I make you breakfast?”

The surprised and hurt look in her eyes told him she sensed something was wrong. She finally spoke up. “No, that’s okay. I should go. You’re tired. God knows you had a long few days on patrol.”

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[> Will someone knock those two upside the head please! Looking forward to the next installment -- usmgrad, 16:06:51 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Oh no, no, no - we must not have miscommunication now, please not now! And thanks for posting :) -- Ciara, 16:18:25 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> When are they ever going to open up with each other? This is heartbreaking and disappointing. -- carramor, 16:18:55 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Harm is suffering from "open mouth/ insert foot" disease. He is marching to the title's tune. -- pkb, 16:26:52 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> OHno please do not drag this out any longer with miscommunications between them -- Bev uk, 16:28:33 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Thanks for posting and please, please, please let them talk so they part on the same page (that being that they are finally diving into this relationship). Love this story! I can't get enough -- Shazam, 16:50:42 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Idiots! I knew there would still be room for misunderstandings until they came clean about their feelings! Thank you for the update, please post again soon! -- yiota, 16:51:48 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Those two will be old and gray before they stop making everything complicated, maybe not even then! Thanks Cammy, you have our undivided attention! -- JoyZ, 20:06:41 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> Argh!!! Please post again, soon. -- FJN, 20:32:03 01/20/13 Sun [1]


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[> no ! no ! please post as soon as you can . -- Laurence, 03:59:21 01/21/13 Mon [1]


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[> Thanks for the new chapter! I guess these two always find a way to get their signals crossed. I really hope they can communicate openly and clearly soon.... -- Dee, 05:09:17 01/21/13 Mon [1]


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[> Here we go again -- marye904, 13:15:49 02/13/13 Wed [1]


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